[spoiler]AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH[/spoiler] [i]The Executioner's head would twist until it found the Berzerker whom had entered the previous place of worship, the once pristine marble white floors now running with blood red and other bodily components. With a pearly white smile escaping the bloodstained look upon her face, the sole woman would then wrap both of her hands, the chubby palms kept bounded by tightly bounded, yet gilded gauntlets, around the previously shining shaft of her weapon. She would grunt as she used the weapon as a faster way to get herself up, soon standing as she would then balance the massive hammer upon the cracked, bloodied flooring, that smile still remaining all this time.[/i] "Hello!" [i]She shouted, in greetings to the warrior that served Khorne. She didn't seem remotely shocked by his form, nor terrified or even simply fearful of what he was, though judging from how she had brought her sole weapon with her, perhaps she expected something of a fight.. though the childish manners certainly went against the thought of combat, least initially.[/i]

[i]A rising growl escaped Kegorak’s throat like a peal of thunder. It was not one of aggression or annoyance, however. This was one of rumination and observation. Still, he spread his sense throughout the cathedral, soon beginning to pick away at the Executioner herself. He smelled the absence of fear, the child-like glee, the disregard for others. A gout of steam escaped the grilled muzzle of Kegorak’s helm. It was canine in design: it held the visage of Karanak — Khorne’s venerated personal Flesh Hound — in its crimson and bronze lacquer. Dim blue light flooded the glass of the eyepieces, and two horns rose from the sides of the helm. The fine marble beneath Kegorak’s feet was cracking under his impressive weight and each minute shift he made as he continued to scan the room made the cracks branch out like the roots of a tree. Beneath his helm, Kegorak wore a full suit of crimson and brass armor, with overlapping plates of Adamantium and Ceramite. Joints were protected by growths of spikes — whether Chaos-spawned or entirely man-made was anyone’s guess. Bas-reliefs of snarling daemons covered the left mighty pauldron of his armor, as well as a few other minor areas. The “wings” of his Power Cell located on his back were topped with bleached skulls, each wearing a cloak of their own flayed hides. Various other fetishes covered the armor: more skulls, hides of great beasts, tally marks counting kills, and some unidentified bones. In his right hand Kegorak held a Khornate Chainaxe, the head of the weapon wider than the Executioner herself. The Berzerker’s left hand was significantly larger, yet held no detriment to speed almost. The eight-pointed star of Chaos was layered on the back of the fist in a sheet of bronze metal. A chainblade extended from the bottom side of the fist, sharing a similar design to the Axe. What seemed to be a sidearm or pistol of sorts was clamped to his right thigh as well, and a gigantic sword was sheathed on his back in black leather that grasped for whatever light it could to devour. Kegorak made a noise again, then he spoke. [b]”What is your name, slayer?”[/b] His voice sounded as metallic as the blood that clung to the walls of the (previous) place of worship like a miasma.[/i]

"...Samantha." [i]She spoke up after a few moments of silence, before those light pink lips opened and broke the silence of the bloodied room.[/i] "I'm the first - and well, only - guardian of this church, here and now. My own cathedral, except I.. don't really know what I'm guarding? Oh, I'll find it.. soon enough." [i]She murmured the last sentence, as her portly face would stare up at the Khornate's truly hulking being, yet underneath her gilded, decorated mask, there was no display of fear nor discomfort, and even though there seemed to be the slightest of confusion etched upon her round face, she still seemed.. happy, and disturbingly joyful as ever.[/i] "Are we going to fight?" [spoiler][url=https://youtu.be/5W_18-tAW7U]Ornstein/Smough Intro[/url] I couldn't find the intro theme ;-;[/spoiler] [i]At that, she would then groan, before her left hand heaved up her mighty shining hammer, before she then brought it crashing down, towards her right arm. Only, her free hand caught the shaft where it met the oversized head of the weapon, as Samantha would use the strength within her being to keep it raised up.[/i] [i]Perhaps she enjoyed the Khornate, but.. perhaps he was a threat to her church.[/i]

[b]”Yes..”[/b] [i]The Khornate seemed to hiss the word out of his mouth. Despite the massive hammer, he showed equal amounts of fear to her as her to him. He couldn’t feel fear, as it was part of his indoctrination to be purged of such mortal foibles. Yet, he respected Samantha. Not in the way a gentleman may respect a woman, but how warriors held an unspoken bond in combat: whether if one is to fall fairly and squarely, they shall receive a quick death. The Khornate’s diamond-teethed weapons began to hum and shudder, as the internal mechanisms were roused of their slumber. Kegorak has missed fighting; well, not really. He had missed a fair fight, as most of his previous engagements were with wild beasts or lawless bandits. Hopefully, this woman would give him the closure he deserves and the right to spill more blood for his fell-handed god. In truth, he cared nothing of the Church. In fact, the only interactions he’s had with them was burning them to the ground in claims of ‘heresy’. Now that he has defected from the Imperium... he had a much different mindset. The only churches of Khorne were bloody battlefields, and the only rituals needed was the act of killing, maiming, and burning. Violence begets violence. Blood begets blood. Peace begets war. War was the natural order of things, from two birds killing one another over scraps, to an atom splitting through opposing gravitational pulls. Conflict and war was the blood that ran through the universe’s veins. But that was enough contemplating the philosophy of a psychopath... Kegorak’s weapons were now roaring beasts of belligerence, their mechanical cries reverberating throughout the church. The teeth were spinning rapidly now, so fast that they seemed to be red blurs edging the weapons. Kegorak’s Power Fist crackled with energy. All weapons accounted for. [b]”Blood for the Blood God...”[/b] In two strides he was upon her, raising his axe to horizontally cut into her stomach from his left side.[/i] [b]”SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!”[/b]

"[i]MILK FOR THE CORNFLAKES![/i]" [i]Samantha roared with a sudden vigor, as she would simply keep still, before bringing up her hammer above her being as she literally jumped into the air, the oversized hammer brought over her head. Though the intent wasn't to cave in the Khornate's head with a single blow, no.[/i] [i]It was to hit something, though.[/i] [i]The hammer whistled downwards, towards the chainaxe's base as both weapons were swung, the former of the two coming down upon the axe as Samantha yelled in a vigorous manner. The intent? It was to literally crush the axe and render the Khornate to a single weapon. A weapon that Samantha still knew could kill her easily, or at least she guessed.. the Power Fist seemed magical to her anyway, and she hated magic in all forms and manners.[/i]

[i]Kegorak simply let the axe slip from his grip, allowing the hammer to smash it into a million composite pieces. Splinters of red metal and brass shot out in a spread, and the teeth of the blade flew in all directions like bullets. Of what Kegorak had observed, after a hefty smash like that it would take a second or two to hoist it up once more. He still had his Chainfist, and he would use it with kind. Kegorak planted his foot on the head of the hammer, and without hesitation swung his Chainfist towards Samantha, chainblade-first.[/i]